WOW girlfriend!! that is so powerful, and so very deep, piercing my heart…how many times do we remain silent when truth needs to be heard? and how many times do blame it on “waiting for God”…its a new day…lets speak some truth! always ♥ you!

@Salve Thanks, girl. Ok, I’ll use that line then. Coming from someone who is not only close to my heart, and to me physically, but also have written one of the poems I love, I just have to trust thee. 😉

Watch out for my “My Favorite Poems” in blogs. You are definitely gonna be there. 🙂

VF and I are missing you. We should go out soon. How about Marikina first, then Bataan? I haven’t been out of MM in a while.

There are causes worth being involved in. Even if they will wound and leave us scars in the end.

It’s easy to succumb to apathy. We do fall to it from time to time. But I don’t think we were made to be apathetic. God gave us the gift of compassion.

Compassion is love is life is God.

Sometimes we underestimate the power of the small things we can do. But to the recipient, our small acts spell a lot of difference. I know, because I grew up in poverty. I struggled and did my best, but I know I would not have done much had not been for the compassionate hands that reached out to me; had not been for the gifts of chance I’ve been given. When I thanked them profusely, they thought what they did was only a small thing, but to me, it meant so much; it made a lot of difference for me.

And that’s why it’s easy for me to appreciate small acts of kindness — these things do not only appease people; they change them, transform them, make them better.

Love you, Michelle. You are a compassionate person. More than you think you are. 🙂

Told you, we have to think of something… something that will free us of the bondage… this bondage of… of doing things that make others rich! Hah!

Know how much you love your work but I know just how stressful it is. I worked in the same industry, and I tell you, I don’t miss it! I loved the job, the friends I had, liked meeting people, but I HATE the stress!

Can I have some stresstabs please. Just thinking about the life I once had gives me headache! Argh!

Ok. When are we gonna go to Marikina? Sounds like a good de-stressing place.

And talking about haircut. My hair needs some trimmin’. And hot oil. And spa. Taralets! Hehehe

Oh you BEAUTIFUL soul you!!!! This is one of your very finest poems. And you know I love them all, but my gawd this is punchy. You just get better and better and better. I am SO proud of you. You are such a wise and old soul. I cannot believe your writing. You obviously feel things very deeply. It is a way of life for you. Now THAT I can relate to. I feel like we are kindred spirits you and I. I applaud you for such rich writing and for listening to your heart.. Good for you Sherma! Hugs and love, Robin

It was a news report I watched on TV that made me write this. It just came. I don’t know, but I think something is very wrong with the world today. To borrow the term used by a study on the effects of violent games on children, I think we are “de-sensitized” by the things that are happening around us that, though we often shake our heads and we feel bad and shaken at the things we see, we are not affected enough to MOVE and do something.

We know of the ripple effect, but often, we are afraid of, or we don’t care about making just one ripple.

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